  A shining troop of cherubs just alit From the low-bending skies,—child faces sweet, Upturned and open to our human greet,— Fresh from the gladsome fount of life emit! Heralds of spring, forewinging, as ye flit, The garland seasons with their sheaves of wheat, And to all listening ears Christ's words repeat: "Man shall not live by bread alone, 'tis writ"! Evangelists fair of the new-made year, This news from God, forgot, blow everywhere, And fill the hollow sky, the haunting air; Till from His loving mouth, as sphere to sphere, Man knows the beautiful, the good, the true, Divinest manna dipt in heavenly dew! |
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